I haven't made a roof report for several days. In my defense, there has been no sun in several days, and gloomy pictures do not make me happy.
Nevertheless, I went back out this afternoon.
This is for John Grey, who was feeling a little Bah Humbugy this morning. He may be over it by now; morning was seven hours ago in Wales.
This lighted Christmas display has been on this house for the entire twenty five years I've been driving by.
This year the house is for sale.
I wonder if Merry Christmas...Bah Humbug is in the contract.
I've not had the heart, day after day, to post pictures of these fellows up on the roof.
Our temps still should be above freezing.
In the morning they take off the tarps protecting the next day's work area and sheets of ice come down!
I know the flashing is copper, as are the little "dialogue boxes." The men call them "angels"; they are a guard to break up sliding snow.
All the copper will blend in when it acquires its patina, but for now it's rather showy.
The device in the picture had me stumped, so I took a crash course on slate roofs.
It may be a soldering iron.